Recap

"This is the marines and you, Angel LeBlanc are under arrest on suspicion of being a pirate"

I stood at the door, staring at it as though looking through the wood at the prankster behind it, giving him the evil eye.

"Listen I don't know who you are but it's three in the morning and I am not amused." I say in a voice that mimics Moms. I turn towards my bed ready to climb back in.

"We will use force on this door if we have to Ms LeBlanc." Ms LeBlanc. MS LEBLANC!! I am not a Ms, it's Angel or nothing! I decide instead of acting like a child and back talking this obvious idiot I will merely ignore him. I pull back the covers; suddenly I hear a sound like a foot kicking the door, holy hell this guys serious. My mom once told me if I was ever confronted by someone who was strong and drunk (however drunk and crazy will have to be the same thing here.) to avoid them at all costs. I look around the room for another door, anything, my eyes glide over the window then back again, I'm on the first floor, only one story to jump and anyway I've always been agile. I stick my coat on quickly and run to the window and open it, climbing out onto the thin ledge. I'm at least ten feet from the soft grassy ground of the gardens. I sit myself on the rope thin ledge getting ready for inspiration to come to me. Inspiration however decided to come late, before I could think of any way to get down fifteen grown men piled through my now splintered door. It was at this point that spontaneity decided it was time rational thinking took a break and I threw myself from the window ledge. The grass as always wasn't particularly soft although I must admit I would prefer it any day to cold hard cobbles.

"Stop in the name of the law!" Shouted the elected speaker for the fifteen crazy men that now stood in my room. I got up quickly, feeling the soreness in my arms and legs from where I landed and sprinted in the direction I was facing. The path appeared to be familiar to me but the cobbles felt strange and new beneath my bare feet, I had not walked this path before. I kept running. The pounding in my ears muted only by the sound of hammering feet behind me and loud voices calling "stop!"

I suddenly heard it, as if it had never been there before but surely it had been. Surely according to the laws of the universe this sound had been sailing through my ears for a while now. That soothing melody and the whistling wind. Previously this would have been a welcoming sight and sound, dark waves crashing upon black dunes, now however it was a dead-end. My bare feet ran through the surf, getting stuck in the sand occasionally and being stabbed by stones all the time.

Now I'm not a religious girl, I don't believe in God or should I say I didn't but at that moment the divine hand must have placed him there for me. A green glow of candlelight caught my eye so close I wanted to touch it, yet so far I knew he wouldn't reach me in time. Still rationality in desperate situations has never been my strong point.

"Help!" I screamed at the top of my voice to the boat. Maybe time slowed down, maybe for a moment everything stopped but I swear I felt like it was taking forever for the captain of the little boat to react to me. I could almost feel the heartbeats and the breathing of the men behind me. Coming closer to me now. Suddenly, as if by magic a familiar figure appeared from behind the crazed men.

"If you tell us the truth, kidda, we won't have to hurt you." He sounded almost pleading and yet at the same time slightly malicious. An image of Lola's' twisted and distorted face appeared before my minds eye.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I replied stubbornly. Roy looked at me, mock sadness in his eyes, he walked towards me and leaned forwards, merely inches from my warm face.

"We just want your help Angel." He said in a patronising way, as if he were talking to a child. "Do you know what a useful tool your gift is? How useful you could be?" The last two questions were serious, compassionate questions and they hurt me so badly inside. I had always known in my heart that people with power would only see my gift as a toy, once used and later to be thrown away, after I lost my usefulness. I leaned in towards him smiling a sickly sweet smile, my voice dripping with fake kindness.

"Yes, I know how useful I am." And with that I lifted my knee and with all my strength and kneed him in the crotch. At this the old man fell to the floor wailing in pain, what a baby.

"You brought this on yourself LeBlanc." I felt a strange sense of déjà vu, before me I could see a young black haired girl, her face twisted into a malicious grin, Lola, why do these people keep repeating my worst fears? "Men, take her by force." At this the fifteen men behind Roy, who had remained as silent as a group of men can stepped forwards looking excited about what was about to happen. Now I'm sure I mentioned before that I'm agile, but surely I cannot escape men who were previously pretending to take this serious.

I decided that instead of running I would shock them, I let out the loudest scream I could muster.

"HELP!!" I could hear it carrying into the town and across the ocean that spread out behind me, a barrier of water that stopped my escape. The youngest member of the group decided to attack while I was off guard, launching himself at me in a primitive, animalistic way. I dodged quickly and gracefully to his dismay. Now the other marines decided it was time to get involved they began to grab at me and some trying to rugby tackle me. I avoided most of them, others scraping at me. It was at the moment that the largest marine was about to attack me that I felt it. I could feel that stinging in my eyes and the ache in my neck. Before everything went black all I could see was a fist three seconds away from my stomach promising pain when it reached its destination.